Diagnosis: Batshit

[muckefuck]

At this point, you've all heard me burble on about the behaviour that sold us on this cat: We watched him dip his paw into a water dish and then lick it dry. Tonight he was doing the same thing again, but it was charming than simply bizarre, for two reasons:

1. The dish was completely empty.
2. It wasn't even a dish, it was a basket.

A basket where we keep onions, incidentally, so nothing which could even contain a trace of a scent that would be appealing to a cat.

Soon after, I saw him leaping around the kitchen trying to catch something invisible. But later I saw a fly above the counter, so the jury's still out on that one.